the reflections of a cloud covered sun

have permeated the layers of algae

on the surface of the lake

which has not been stirred for long

by the oars of a boat

any boat

going any where,

but a boat

udaasi ki khaad banao

jitni ho, utni uski jadon mein lagao

jike beej they buoy tumney

jab chintaon ke pul todey they tumney

aao ab aanand manayey,

khushia unki ab apni baanyey

jo hain door, unko bhi sunayey

kitna madhur hai ris ris kar jeena

amrut ho jata hai, aansuon ka andar hi peena

khil kar mehko, o sundar ban ke neelotpal

mat bandho pathiko ke rath

met rauko unko jo hai rat

geet aneko gao aaj,

mat poocho, kyun na aya khat

jo bhi hai sundar, uski ho pooja

jo hai satya, na rahey  asoojha

bhujo isko, poojo isko, ho jao bas madmast

badalon ki saugandh hai tumko,

barso uskey angan mein,

jiskey haunsaley na hotey kabhi past

rehtey man mein,  jaaney kitney

unkhuley patra, unkahee baatey,

jaise ho aaj, dhundley kohery mein bhi

ek pathik unpratibhashit  sneha ke prati poora ashwast

when salt is made under an indifferent sun

i dont have a choice

when will cystals emerge

merely by  churning the water

i wait for crystals to emerge on zipta stems

but then reflections of sun rays through  those crystals

cant remove the darkness in my huts

i still stay there

in wait for sun to set

unlike others  who wait for it to rise

waqt aur kitna

hisaab mangta 

kaun khat likhta

kaun usko banchata

tum prashna karo

uttar jaan kar bhi

aur main chup rahu

jaise ho tum sahi

koi safai mat mango

suno mujhse ab aur

jindagi ko jiya hai

hans kar koi bhi ho maud

don’t dissuade me to stay and chat

when i know that crowds provide the best curtains

for solitude to be served in a coffee cup 

i am worried that every time

 i have sat and decided to chat

time  stood still but breeze decided to run amock

and took away all my plans for being a pensive recluse

i have been bruised by the attention

of many who

wished to swallow my pain

but then every time one allows to be dissolved a bit

burden of memories encumbers one with reciprocities

i am trying to become insoluble

before the acid of your gaze has its way

tried to clean the  courtyard of conscience

when the sound of pains sorround the sky

no matter  how, the mood is damp

and the feeling is wry

you wonder why

i will not know

if  i get trapped in filial games

of who did what for whom and why

i am not meant to win these wars

which create pain and only annoy

let me do,what i know the best

help those whose ideas

will paint the sky

will you wait for me

asked the stuck steps of a frog

outside a small pond

the only world that this  frog had seen

was limited to this  pond

but then it also used to see the sky

and vastness of the sky  did not get affected by the size of pond,

we all see the same sky

infinite

though being very limited

all the time